In the sacred flow of the waters, three divine goddesses, tireless and devoted, prepare nourishment for the radiant one. Like skilled hands moving deftly through the currents, they bring forth sweet sustenance, which he drinks—nourished by his ancient mothers. It is here, in this hallowed space, that the horse and the sun are born. We pray that this place be guarded from harm and discord, that unity may reign among the clans. Let the invincible one shine forth, dispelling all falsehood and hostility. Within his own abode, where the cow gives abundantly, he partakes of his own rich food and enjoys what is good. So too, the offspring of the waters, gleaming within the flowing streams, reveals himself to the generous giver. This pure and divine one shines endlessly in the midst of the waters. From him, all other beings are born, and the plants flourish, bearing their own young. The child of the waters stands upright in the lap of the rivers, clothed in lightning’s brilliance. His greatest majesty is borne by golden, swift ones who wheel about him. Golden in form and radiance, the offspring of the waters glows with a golden hue. Seated in the golden womb, he bestows golden food upon all who approach him. His face and his beautiful name ever increase in splendor—he is the grandson of the waters, praised and adorned by young maidens who kindle his golden ghee-offering. To this steadfast companion of many, we offer our sacrifices, our reverence, and our oblations. We strive to cleanse the highest peak, to reach it with our offerings, to lay food and honor him with hymns. He is the bull who planted the seed within them; as a child, he nourishes it, and they in turn cherish him. The son of the waters, flawless in form, has entered here, as if with another body. In his highest place, ever shining with libations, the waters flow around him, bearing ghee as nourishment for the offspring, fulfilling their duty by their own acts. May we, O Agni, bring you to a good dwelling for our people and to generous praise among the bountiful. May all that is auspicious, guarded by the gods, be ours. May we speak with strength and honor in the assembly. For you, O Vasiṣṭha, men have drawn forth the waters, channeling them with stones and letting them flow. O Indra, drink with svāhā the well-offered, vaṣaṭ-acclaimed soma, first from the hotṛ, for you are the lord. Blended with sacrifice, with speckled steeds, with shining spears, anointed and beloved, the sons of Bharata take their seats upon the sacred grass. O men of heaven, drink the soma from the potṛ. Come, gracious ones, sit with us on the sacred grass and be victorious. Rejoice, delighting in the soma, O Tvaṣṭar, alongside the divine generations, O joyful company. O gods, come here, inspired ones. O Hotṛ, sit ever in the three seats. Accept the soma poured out for you; drink the honeyed draught from the Agnīdh’s share, and be satisfied. This is your strength, the vigor and manliness placed in your arms. For you is the pressed soma, for you the offering. From the brāhmaṇa, take and drink to your heart’s content. May you both accept the sacrifice and heed my invocation, seated as Hotṛ, following the ancient proclamations. To you, O kings, this reverence is offered—come and drink the honeyed soma from the proclaimer. Rejoice in the oblation, O Hotṛ, as you desire the soma. The Adhvaryus pour the full libation for you. Therefore, O Bharata, give as he wishes; drink the soma from the Hotṛ, O bestower of wealth, in due order. He whom I invoked before, him I invoke again—let him be the one called, the giver who bears the name. Drink the honeyed soma, pressed by the Adhvaryus, from the Potṛ, O bestower of wealth, in due order. May your fires be kindled, O Lord of the Forest, so you proceed unharmed. For long life, O bold one, with your protection, drink the soma from the Neṣṭṛ, O bestower of wealth, in due order. From the Hotṛ, from the Potṛ, from the Neṣṭṛ, they have drunk and enjoyed the prepared offering. Let the bestowers of wealth drink from the fourth vessel, unsoiled and immortal. Today, harness your splendid, man-bearing chariot and bring it here for your release. Mix the offerings with honey, come, and drink the soma, O possessors of wealth in horses. Accept, O Agni, the kindling, the oblation, the sacred utterance, the good praise. With all the gods and all the seasons, O radiant one, make the offering pleasing. The god Savitṛ has arisen to impel all. The ever-shining fire has taken its place among the waters. Now he bestows treasure on the gods and apportions the sacrificial share for well-being. For all to hear, O god, he stretches forth his broad hands upward. Even the waters obey his law, and the wind delights in his circuit. He releases the bound, even the unsteady and slothful. Among the swift and the restless, Savitar’s ordinance is fulfilled—what is to be loosed, he loosens. Again, the wise one weaves the web anew, setting the mid-region in the midst of the maker. Drawing forth the fountain, he stands by the seasons; Savitar approaches with his intent. No house, no evil, nor the span of life can withstand Agni’s overwhelming blaze. The mother gave the eldest share to the son, following the sign of Savitar. Established together, desiring victory, he became the desire of all who move. Ever abandoning what is deformed, he advances, following the ordinance of divine Savitar. The portion you set in the waters and on the plains, O god, is distributed by the hunters. Even the forests do not diminish the ordinances of Savitar. Whatever seat Varuṇa has established, whatever is unrestrained, trembling, or blinking—all the offspring of the Sun, all cattle—Savitar has set their births in order. No one—neither Indra, nor Varuṇa, nor Mitra, nor Aryaman, nor Rudra, nor any adversary—can diminish the ordinance of Savitar. To this god we offer our reverent invocation for our welfare. May Bhaga, thought, strength, generosity, Naraśaṃsa, and the lord of women protect us. May we be dear to Savitar in the assembly and in the gathering of riches. May that desirable gift, given by you from heaven, from the waters, from the earth, come to us. May what is auspicious for the praiser, for protection, come from Savitar for wide renown. Like stones for pressing, you are stirred for this purpose. Like a vulture drawn to a tree rich in treasure, like a priest at the rite reciting hymns, like a messenger, you carry the offerings of men to many places. Like heroes on a chariot, you come at dawn. Like a groom choosing a bride, you unite. Like one delighting in his own body, shining forth; like a wise couple among the people. Like a horn, come to us first from near; like the jaws of a restless beast, with your teeth; like the chakravāka bird at dawn’s approach, come forward like mighty ones on a chariot. Like a boat, carry us across; like a yoke, a nave, a support, a prop; like a dog, protect our bodies from harm; like a hedgehog, guard us from slipping. Like the wind, swift; like a river, flowing; like eyes, come near with your sight; like hands, be generous to our bodies; like feet, lead us to wealth. Like lips, speak sweetly with honey; like breasts, nourish us for life; like nostrils, be our protectors; like ears, be well-hearing for us. Thus, through the ever-turning cycles of offering and praise, the gods and the elements are honored, and their gifts and protection are invoked for the prosperity and harmony of all beings.